On Wednesday, 3 days after child orgy weekend and the great jaw disaster, Dan continued his custom of taking a bath with his beloved Hannah. In agreement with her Mom and stepdad, he had not only exempted Hannah from giving blowjobs for 2 weeks while her injury healed, he had also banned the callous Simon from any action whatsoever with her. That was not all: there were plans he had been working on secretly for some time.

"Sweetie," he said, "how would you like to move far away and live with just your Mom and me?"

"When?" she enquired.

"Aww, I think you'd definately like that, wouldn't you?" He reached forward to stroke the side of her face and her damp hair. She flinched. "Don't worry, I'm not going to touch it." Her right jaw had turned a shining purple-green color, and puffed up a little.

"I think so," she said. Dan looked caringly into her sexy face, when he wasn't gazing at her almost-pubescent chest.

"Nobody except me ever having sex with you, ever again - if you don't want it, that is - and living somewhere quiet and peaceful away from all these other men you have met."

"Yes, I think I would like it."

"Good, sweetie. I have the property all but secured. I'm selling my old house."

"Where will it be?"

"A small Scottish Island."

"Okay."

"I love you a lot, my little princess." He smiled, and she smiled that vaguely happy but profoundly molested smile of hers. "We'll talk more about this. I have to discuss it with Sean, too. Now - will you do me a nice wanking?"

Hannah reached forward with both her 10-year-old hands, and wrapped them around his rapidly hardening cock, and Dan leaned back to relax into the cummy part of bathtime custom.

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Simon sat in the ASDA cafe, dividing his attention between the newspaper and scanning around. From 3.45pm to about 5pm on a weekday, there were always a few good sightings of children to be had, little ones shopping with their mothers or high school girls in little clusters. In an ideal world, you would wander right up to one of those mothers, compliment her on her duaghter and ask straight out if you could take her home with you for a night. Alternatively, if you could swan up to one to those budding 13/14-year-olds in their school uniforms and say, "Right, you, come with me, you're my choice for tonight." The law ought to be changed to allow it, and to oblige the young bitch to agree. However, Simon's eye today was unexpectedly on a girl in her upper teens sitting alone, plain clothed. Her hair was a dirty blonde, and she seemed strangely familiar.

Fuck, could it be possibly be? Yeah, hell, it was... her eyes, mouth, the hair, a kind of fragility of figure was about right...

It was just over 10 years ago when Simon, as a then 27-year-old guy - good-looking if a little scary-looking, it had to be said - had played a key role in the 'Flower Club'. That was the codename for a web-based pedo organization whereby viewers could sign up to cam shows, and watch some young girl in action. The viewers bought 'credits', with which they paid towards whatever they wanted to see. The cheapest thing, for example, might be to simply see the little girl strip off nude and do a few twirls for the camera. Close-ups of her genitals or tits, if she was old enough to have any, could be had for a few more credits. At the extreme end of the scale, naturally, would be having her give blow-jobs or get fucked or sodomized. One of the most popular girls in the clutches of Flower Club was a 7-year-old golden blonde called Georgina. She had a pale delicacy to her complexion and figure unique even for her age. This was because she had been born 8 weeks premature, apparently. She had asthma too, but apart from that was fine.

By the time Flower Club got blown, Georgina was beginning to suck cock quite well, and this was the most requested view of all time. A famous 5-minute video got out there which circulated ever since, where she was naked in profile and gamely sucking on the rigid cock of some standing guy. The close-up shots of her mouth and obedient brown eyes were sensational, as was the odd rear shot of her bobbing blonde head, smooth white back and bubble-butt. The moment of ejaculation surpassed everything, though, with her game attempts to swallow at first followed by very expressive frowning as she fought to withdraw from the erupting penis. When the man's hands allowed her to, there was an impressive stream of semen from her little mouth, but it was her cute grimacing face that gave the vid the status of a classic. All in all, she did 36 such live shows of this with 3 different guys.

Simon had such precise knowledge, because he was one of those guys, and contributed 14 of the 36. Actually, he was the guy in the vid. Unfortunately, Georgina got identified from this, which ultimately led to the busting of Flower Club. Fortunately, Simon's head was out of shot, and he got away scot-free. After Georgina's and the other girls' 'rescue' from Flower Club, they gave descriptions of all their abusers to expert police counsellors. Damn, that whole rigmoral probably traumatized them more than the sexualization itself, mused Simon. It was never enough to lead to Simon, though, who had been smart enough to always disguise his appearance whenever he was in the company of Georgina. Pity the whole thing got busted, anyway, especially as right then they were in negotiations with Georgina's adoptive parents to allow her to be fucked or sodomized for the live shows.

What the hell, nobody was paying attention and nobody cared anyway, so Simon approached the girl at the table. "Georgina, is it?"

She looked up at him, with no recognition. "Uh, yes."

"Wow, I thought so. How are ya doing, these days?"

"Do I know you?" she asked, cautiously, with a little sweep of her hair.

"Your hair has gone a bit darker, these days," said Simon. The cute dark asthma-shadows under her eyes had developed more, too.

"Sorry, who are you? Do I know you?"

"I'd recognize that pretty mouth anywhere, though."

"What?" She was flustered now, and gathering her things. "Who are you?"

"Oh, come on, you must remember Flower club?" Simon smiled.

She stared at him for a couple of seconds, as if the world was standing still for her. "Oh my God..."

"Ah, you remember. Well, I bet you suck really well nowadays, don't you?"

"My God, it's YOU...." She fumbled frantically for her bag, and yanked her coat on. She was shaking. "Get away from me! I'm calling the police."

"Aww, no need for that, I'm only saying hi."

"Leave me alone," she squeaked, suddenly sounding a bit more like the Georgina of 7 years old. She aborted her half-hearted attempt to root for her phone, and strode off, with an mixture of disbelief and weepiness on her face

"You were lucky you never got bum-fucked, you know!" She accelerated away, not even looking back, but he could tell she heard him loud and clear. "Ah, yeah, bet you do that all the time these days, G."

Ah well, mused Simon, she's obviously doing okay. Hell of a nice coincidence, and how awesome it would be to catch up on old times with her, as it were, but that obviously was never going to happen.

Damn, that was silly, he realised. The fact that a mother with a sweet-looking girl of about 10 sitting nearby were pretending not to overhear the last bit of the exchange probably didn't matter. The thing was, though, that Georgina had now seen him in the normal appearance he wandered around in these days. Hell, maybe she just wanted to forget, though. Who knows what goes through their airy heads. In his present bullish mood, Simon even contemplated strolling up to that Mom and asking her - or even the child directly - if he could take her home to bum-fuck her. Or just mouth-fuck her if that was too much to ask.

Damnit, this was what came of a week of inactivity, what with the redoubtable Hannah, talented little Jessica and the sensational 9-year-old novice Elise out of action. Even the 11-year-old Philippino slut, Mia, was unavailable on account of being needed to entertain some new clients down south. Even his very own girlfriend-slave, Fiona, was having an adolescent 'mood' and not cooperative for a good fucking. Things were not going great since dislocating Hannah's jaw. What was to be done? His cock demanded sex with a child.

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"Good of you to fit me in at such short notice," said Simon to Anthony at 8pm that day.

"Least I could do after you bringing that delightful Elise into my life," he replied, breathlessly, because he was energetically thigh-fucking a certain naked little Isreali girl on his lap.

"Well, you got Sean to thank for that, and more to the point her Mom and Dad - uh, Stepdad."

Camelia's lightly bronzed, just-turned 7-year-old body, juddered up and down with the slap-slap sound of chubby Anthony's groin under her bum. He had one hand on her unisex child chest, and the other clasping her forehead as he nuzzled down in her hair. He somehow made the abuse look affectionate and protective. The guy had style as a lover of little ones. It had been a couple of months since Simon had last seen Camelia. Her exotic child-princess face seemed more carnal, and her deep brown eyes had a kind of dead look. Her little thighs clenched the 41-year-old guy's shortish but grotesquely thick and throbbing shaft in the way only a child trained in this would do, and it slid through the skin and under her camel toe. Anthony started to growl and took his prey's little ear into his mouth. He accelerated his upward thrusts on her exquisite brown bum.

"Yahhh!" he grunted, as he ejaculated with several big impacts on the child-butt. She lurched upward in his clutches, expressionless but blinking a bit.

"Nice," said Simon. "She's coming on great."

"Yeah, well," said Anthony, moving Camelia's hands to his penis so she could get them gloopy. "We've got a situation with Jess, though."

"Oh?"

"I'll tell you later. Upshot of it is, a whore friend of her whore Mom is unhappy with her treatment, apparently. We might have to give her up, and I might have to move on from this region."

"Damn. Same for me up north."

"That's the way it goes." Anthony lifted Camelia off his lap, patted her bubbly little buttocks, and told her to amble over to Simon.

"I guess."

"Well, Cammy here is yours for two hours. Clean her up, enjoy her, whatever."

"Naah, I'm gonna go for it right away, same position as you my man."

Simon had already stripped off his trousers and underwear, and he sat down again and patted his lap. Camelia took the hint, with a wary little look on her face. She remembered Simon well enough, but it had been a while.

"Ha, very good," said Anthony.

"Difference is, I'm gonna see how much cock we can fit up this gorgeous butt." He slid Camelia backwards along his thighs, until his erection lay squashed up against the base of her spine. "We'll find out how her sucking is coming on later, too."

The next 20 minutes, however, graced the room with the intermittent squeaks and sobs of a little middle-eastern half-breed girl having rigid cock-flesh relentlessly persauded into her rectum. About 3 inches, he managed, before exploding.

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In the next 5 episodes the series is drawing to a close. We see what happens with each guy member, and what becomes of the girls in their clutches. Who gets who? Rest assured, some of these young girls will remain hugely molested, and hell they might even enjoy it.